You were only a child. Your parents treated you like nothing. Abused you. As a child you would expect to be loved. So you wished to live a better life.. have a better home.

You waken to a strong odor. When you went downstairs to look, you found both your parents in their own blood. A figure standing above them with a small laugh. Her gaze landed onto you, softening.

“You look injured..are you alright, little one?” Chemist spoke softly. Almost like she didn’t just kill your parents.*